A work of fiction by Pagganos Homophilator, Pagganos may be reached at: Paggan at aol dot com.

Pissa Lotta Beers

Chapter Nine: The Cumming of Kappa Mu

Kappa Mu Alpha was probably the premiere jock frat on campus. They dominated the football team and were heavily represented on the swimming, baseball and wrestling teams. Their house had a long standing invitation, not just to the Purgatory Party, but actually down to Purgatory itself. Every year an adventurous core of KMs would avail themselves of the opportunity, and every year they proved themselves to be among the most eager to share their piss and cum with the Goat of the moment.

There were rules, of course - this was PLB, after all. Each KM who wanted a visit to Purgatory had to find a 'twin', a Pi Lamb who would agree to accept the price of admission from that particular KM. And the price of admission was nothing less than a hot, fresh KM load, deposited directly into the throat of his Pi Lamb twin on the very night of Purgatory. Moreover, there existed a market for the opportunity, and so this requisite minimum price was frequently increased privately to two, three or even four such loads, and even occasionally to a reversal of these roles if any particular KM jock seemed to really need to experience some cock handling...

The rules stipulated that the official minimum price of admission, called 'getting a ticket', must be paid during the Purgatory Party itself. So, during the course of the evening, pairs of twins would leave the party and drift upstairs as the KMs paid the price of their pissing. A Pi Lamb officer had to witness each of these 'official' blow-jobs; this official witnessing was called 'stamping the ticket' or 'getting your ticket stamped'. KM alums were allowed in as long as they had a properly stamped ticket. Arrangements for additional payments remained between the twins themselves, and often required sucking and getting sucked repeatedly over the course of days or even weeks before Purgatory itself actually arrived.

Every year as midnight approached, the magic hour when the President of Kappa Mu Alpha gave the signal to herd, there were always a few of the procrastinating and the indecisive frantically seeking twins, lining up against the wall in the tumbledown little locker room hoping to get their tickets stamped even as the procession was forming up to enter the Goat Pen.

The Kappa Mus always entered the Goat Pen all together in tight formation and stayed there together until the last drop of piss had been shaken out and the last horny brother who felt like it had fucked the Goat, and then they all exited together when they were done. And the operative word was indeed 'fuck' - although there might be plenty of penetration of the Goat's mouth and throat during the ritual, all KM loads were delivered into the Goat Pledge's asshole - 'gettin' blowed so you could fuck' the KMs called their Purgatory ritual. There were always a few hot dogs who wanted to get a second nut, of course - which, if you thought about it, was actually a third nut! - and what with all the beer brought to them in a steady stream by their Pi Lamb twins, most of the participants pissed more or less continuously all through the event. On the whole it was a concentrated assault, however, and usually went pretty quickly.

No one except KMs and the President of Pi Lamb was admitted into the Goat Pen during this ceremony. The Pi Lamb twins of participating KMs were allowed to watch the proceedings from the locker-room and to provide their KM counterparts with beer and encouragement through the tiled archway separating the two rooms, as needed.

The KMs formed their line promptly at midnight, gathering together in the little locker room and all stripping naked. The holders of already stamped tickets were verified and last minute tickets were stamped under the supervision of the Pi Lamb and KM officers, to the great amusement and excitement of the assembled boys. When all of the brothers were ready to go, the Pi Lambda Beta President met the Kappa Mu Alpha President at the doorway to the Goat Pen and stamped his ticket in front of the whole assembly. After the KM president had cum in his counterpart's mouth, traditionally with a firm grip on his Pi Lamb counterpart's head and a lot of loud noises and hip bucking, the two Presidents grasped each other's cocks and reaffirmed the spunky bond between the two houses.

Somehow all of this had transpired - gathering, stripping, stamping, presidential ticket and presidential speeches - without Denny and Joey being aware of a thing. So hot had been their fuck, so passionate their making out, that neither boy paid any attention at all to the excited chatter, the lusty catcalls, the solemn delivery of welcome and load and brotherhood. And so intense was their embrace that Brad didn't have the heart to interrupt and kick Joey out, although officially he was in contravention of the rules.

Tonight nine KM brothers and three alums had braved the price of a ticket and shown up for their unusual treat. They ran the gamut from one balding grey alum who had cum at almost every Purgatory for nearly thirty years to freshly minted KMs who had been mere freshmen pledges the week before, and from massive linebackers towering over the crowd to stolid little wrestlers peering around their taller brothers. The KMs, given their jock affiliations, tended to be super well built, if not always the cutest guys around. One thing was certainly immediately apparent to both Denny and Joey: their bladders were of a near superhuman capacity!

The first impulse of the two young men was to cling even more tightly together, to clamp their mouths even more closely each over the other's. Joey's back bore the brunt of the initial assault, and soon his butt was running with piss, his hair and shoulders dripping as he was first introduced to the redolent odour of fresh frat urine. Brad and Nick Kovacs, the two presidents, led the way in showing the KMs just how hot and nasty they could be. Each taking a side, they led the ends of the line around the sides of the two Pi Lamb pledges, directing their piss right into the two boys' faces, down into their fucking crotches, all up and down their flanks and their cheeks.

Joey and Denny were forced to break off their kiss, and then their fuck, until Joey eventually rolled off of Denny and ran, scattering the still pissing KMs like pins. Hoots of laughter greeted this. The line of KMs closed in even tighter around Denny, sopping every inch of him with hot, acrid piss. The KMs, being naturally rowdy and by then quite well soused, were soon enough showering each other as well as the Goat, aiming their piss streams high and low, now at Denny, now at their brothers facing them across Denny, until the whole circle was splashing and flashing with golden jets of beery boywater.

Brad, meanwhile, hustled Joey behind the line and grabbed the hose and rinsed him off a little as the KMs began to spurt and dribble and shake off their drained cocks at Denny, who lay looking up at them in amazement.

This was not like any other assault on him the whole evening. It was so coordinated, all of the participants were stark naked and the violators were totally unfamiliar, and several of them were obviously much older than most College students, with wedding rings and inescapable paunches, while another one was frankly middle-aged - Denny was at a loss. Brad was with them, and seemed to know what was going on, but only grinned at Denny's questioning looks. Jay and Jim Thorne and a knot of other brothers were gathered in the locker room, but they stayed there, handing beers in over the threshold and never entering the Goat Pen.

The KM president stepped forward.

"Hello, Goat! We are the Kappa Mu Alphas and we're here to enjoy the hell out of you!"

He strode right into the pissy dimple, his bare feet gliding through the pee still draining under Denny's butt. He came down slowly to his knees in the piss just behind Denny's head. Facing the little tiled room, he pulled Denny's face around and up until it was just below his crotch and he let his half hard cock fall into Denny's mouth. Denny's lips closed around it, and he pulled on the warm, rubbery organ once, twice, feeling it grow within his mouth, feeling it press back against his tongue, savouring the sweet, hot fratboy smell of it, until Nick squeezed his mouth shut and held his face still and tight against his crotch.

Nick took a deep breath, relaxed, and started pissing in Denny's mouth. He reared up and knelt back with his shoulders pulled high, his rod still dangling down between Denny's lips, a gushing stream of piss overflowing Denny's opened mouth. He had held some back for this ritual requirement, it appeared, so Denny just closed off the back of his throat and let Nick's whizz fill his mouth until it overflowed, ran over his face, around his neck, over his shoulders and down his chest in a warm, beery flood. Nick reached down and rubbed his pee over Denny's nipples, then took his pee soaked fingers and ran them over Denny's face and through Denny's hair.

The assembled KMs laughed and roared at this. By now their pee-less cocks were swelling and growing larger, the boldest of them openly masturbating as they watched their president pissing so freely in somebody's willingly opened mouth. With a cry Nick jumped out of his piss squat, turned and straddled Denny's face, and reinserted his cock into his erstwhile urinal's still piss-filled mouth.

Denny gasped and coughed and was forced to swallow a good lot of Nick's piss along with his cock, which now pushed it's way into the Goat's throat. Soon Nick's crank was as hard and as big as when Brad had stamped his ticket in the little locker room just a few short moments before. Such is the resiliency of hot teen fratboys! Nick worked his cock in and out of Denny's throat until he was sure he had all of his fraternity brothers' attention. Then he slicked out of Denny's mouth, knelt back down in the filthy dimple, threw Denny's piss soaked thighs over his shoulders, and speared his rod into Denny's butthole until the Goat grunted sharply in delight and pain, whereupon the KM president tossed back his head and cried out at full throttle:

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCK!!!",

inspiring the rest of the KMs to similarly vocalize and making the tiles ring like bells and Denny wish he could put his fingers in his ears.

Thus began the pissy but merry KM fucking dance.

Nick fucked Denny good and hard, but it was his second nut after all, and it took quite a while to get. The KMs played with their cranks and drank beer as they thirstily watched their leader fuck the Goat, and fuck the Goat, and fuck the Goat, a hot and happy sight, to say the least. Finally a beer soaked brother let loose with a renewed gusher of piss aimed at the little drain right next to the writhing pair. Nick cried out eagerly: "YEA!, yea, piss us up, boys!" and then one after another of the KMs let loose with a second volley of whizz. The KM president finally grunted out a wad of hot jizz deep into Denny's butt even as piss rained down around them from all sides.

The next to fuck the Goat was 'the old guy' as Denny couldn't help putting it to himself, a tall, handsome man with a few stray grey hairs on a mostly bare pate, a firm, hairy chest and a soft, hairily bulging belly. The old guy had a huge, fat, long dick, though, and Denny gasped as he slipped it in. He leaned forward and licked Denny's face as he stuck that humongous cock into the boy, cleaning off the Goat's urine soaked cheeks and chin, then proceeding to swab out Denny's mouth as he fucked sure and steady into Denny's throbbing asshole. The grey hairs on his chest scratched Denny's chest, and his abundant gut jiggled against Denny's belly as he fucked the boy faster and faster. Soon enough he was grunting out a cum sob, bucking and shuddering, as his hips ground against Denny's upturned butt and his mouth seemed to cover Denny's whole lower face.

One of the two thirty-somethings stepped forward next, without any pause or decision, so Denny assumed some sort of age ranking was in place. This particular KM - Denny had finally realized that a fratboy could be any age! - was a dark haired guy with an oversized head, a long, soft waisted body and short dumpy legs and a very good looking if average sized cock, who proceeded to give himself a trip around the world.

First he fucked Denny's face, a little clumsily but quite enthusiastically, complete with sound effects and commentary. His cock stabbed painfully at the back of Denny's throat as he held the poor Goat's head between his hands and impaled himself into it, crying:

"Oh yea, suck it kid, suck it you little cocksucker, oh yea, suck it good for Daddy, oh yea, SHEEEET!, yea, oh yea, that's right, oh, that's hot, this little cocksucker's got one hot suck chute, shit yea!, suck it good now, cocksucker, COCKSUCKER, oh yea..."

When his dick finally did find its way into Denny's throat, the poor man nearly lost it. As soon as Denny's throat had got a few good grips on his thrusting rod, he jerked himself out of Denny's mouth with an anguished cry and stood over the Goat whimpering quietly and pinching his cock hard at its base.

Then with a crafty leer on his face the alum turned around and sat on Denny's tongue, pressing his wide open butt against the Goat's mouth with abandon. By now Denny was indifferent to any usual reticence, and without pause or thought his tongue reached up looking for the older man's buzz spot, delving deeper and deeper, harder and harder, his chin pressing hard against that warm, moist spot behind the balls...

As the alum squatted down presenting his ass to Denny's face he squeezed and waggled his swollen, throbbing crank (quite carefully and gingerly, although Denny of course was not privy to that!) for the amusement of the crowd. Reaching forward, he began to masturbate Denny's cock as well, with more sound effects and commentary as Denny rimmed deeper and deeper into his butt. The dark haired alum's hands pulled harder and harder on both their cocks, and again he nearly lost it, as Denny's probing tongue hit its rectal target square on and hard and the alum's own squeezing hands nearly got himself off.

Once more the dark haired alum sprang up, squeezing shut his cum tube and panting, only to kneel down between Denny's legs and take Denny's cock into his mouth. He gave it a few hard, inexperienced strokes, but just as it began to get hard he abandoned it for Denny's balls and the sweet little zone lying behind them. Raising Denny's legs up, he applied his tongue to Denny's well used little butthole. Slowly and gently and most unexpectedly, he began to eat out the Goat.

The KMs were growing restless. There wasn't much to see, what with the thirty-something guy's head almost on the floor and his face buried in Denny's butt crack. There was no more colour commentary, obviously, and much as Denny was enjoying this part of the program, the rest of the audience was bored. Several of them began pissing on the actors.

Whizz splashed down the length of the alum's back as he lay rimming Denny's no longer virginal but still quite hot little rosebud butthole. As more and more hooting brothers joined in, his tongue abandoned the Goat's asshole and he burst into hysterical laughter. He grabbed the back of Denny's thighs, hopped into a fuck squat, fucked his crank into Denny's hole, and began a series of rabbit strokes that got him, in mere seconds and hooting with laughter the whole time, his nut and escape from the swelling barrage of pee.

All eyes went to the third and last alum. He was handsome enough, with a delicate face, sculpted cheekbones and a pointed chin, bright blue eyes and a high forehead crowned with very, very short, thinning, golden brown hair. His skin, everywhere but his ass cheeks, was tanned to go with his hair - no tan lines were visible anywhere on him, including his crotch. This second thirty-something guy hesitated, even as the piss shower died down and the whizz had mostly dripped off of the Goat. He stood at the front of the crowd, pumping on a nice big boner, playing with a set of huge round balls, but making no move to come forward. Nick motioned to him several times, but to no effect.

"Yes or no, Mr. Barlow?" the KM president finally asked.

Still the man hesitated, and the catcalls died away as eyes began to flicker between him and the young officer. At what seemed to be the last possible moment Mr. Barlow shrugged and nodded slightly and strode over to Denny, straddled him, knelt down in the piss and fucked his shapely cock deep into the Goat's mouth. He stayed for a long moment without moving, his crank sliding just barely back and forth in Denny's throat, his big hairy balls pressed against Denny's chin.

With a sigh, he began to really fuck Denny's face, using a deep, slow, steady pace, a long, powerful fuck stroke that came all the way from his bubble butt via his svelte, snakey hips. This provided the KMs with an enthralling view of his round, tight, hairless butt pumping away, his balls twinkling blithely between his hairy thighs, his long, tanned, muscular legs flexing and thrusting. But only the lucky boys at the sides could see his hard throbbing tool sliding in, in, in and out, out, out of Denny's throat, or watch his round, tight, hairy balls as they mashed against Denny's chin. But all of the happy KMs drank in the sight eagerly, whatever their point of view, because it was so hot and so beautiful.

The golden brown man fucked Denny's face like that for a long time as the KMs watched. At a certain moment he slipped out of Denny's head and stood up a little stiffly. Still straddling the boy, he stood over him and began pissing, just a few sporadic dribbles at first as his hard and still pulsing crank resisted, then a stronger flow as his cock began to shrink. Soon his nearly flaccid member was thundering piss down upon the poor Goat from directly above him - flooding his face, soaking his hair, aiming now at one nipple, now at the other, now at his oozing cock, now at his dripping balls. The alum stood obliviously in his own flowing pee as he whizzed up and down the length of Denny's body, a huge grin all over his pretty face.

By the time he shook the last drops of his piss away, other KMs were pissing on Denny too, although this involved the golden and brown haired alum's feet and ankles and legs. The thirty-something ignored his feet as his hand continued squeezing and pulling on his resurgent crank. Soon it was fully hard again.

Without hesitating, still oblivious to the piss showering down all around him, the alum dropped to a squat, pulled Denny's legs up over his shoulders and speared himself into the Goat. He grunted loudly as his crank shot home, and Denny joined in as he pushed it even further and more firmly up into the pledge. The alum began a deep, steady fuck, matching it to his earlier face fucking, only now wallowing in a growing golden shower as more and more eager KMs let loose with flashing, splashing streams of recycled beer. The man laughed and shook the piss off of his head as a fellow KM began pissing from close range all over his buzz cut, his face, his neck, even into his open panting mouth as the older man fucked harder, harder and then faster, faster...

By the time the golden brown alum got his long, hard and dramatically noisy nut, he and Denny were awash with piss. Panting and moaning and grinning, the alum staggered to his feet and broke through the ring of KMs, joining the other alums who had rinsed themselves off under the hose. Turning, Denny could see Joey squatting down blowing the dark haired alum and Jack Roberts deep throating the balding old guy over the threshold of the Goat Pen, as the golden brown thirty-something began rinsing the piss off of himself.

Once more the ring of KMs closed in, until they stood right on top of him; the old guy rejoined them, and all of their cocks were in full, stunning close-up view. Those who were peeing vied to piss on Denny as nastily as possible, pissing into his mouth, whizzing in his ears, his hair, even up into his nostrils. Other boys went for his crotch, pissing all over his dick, aiming at his balls, flooding his already dripping pubies; two guys even rolled back his legs so the assembly could use his butt hole for target practice, which the riotous fratboys gladly did. The two thirty-somethings shouldered their way back into the circle. Those who weren't pissing were cranking, and everywhere Denny's glance was met by gorgeous fratboy cock, cocks limp and pissing, cocks hard and bouncy, cocks oozing pre-cum and cocks streaming whizz...

Denny was in ecstasy. He raised his face right up into the barrage, reveling in the salty warmth and the hot bitter taste, opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue to be pissed on, spreading his legs wide so his whole groin and butt were open to the rivers of piss showering down out of those twelve beer-soaked bladders, those twelve beautiful, hot, half-hard cranks, twelve beautiful men with twelve handsome, laughing faces, twelve hot, happy loads for Denny right now...

Nick stepped forward right into the piss onslaught and raised both arms above his head. The laughter and hooting faded as the golden streams ceased bit by bit. One thing was for sure - these KMs didn't mind getting pissed on one little bit! In fact, they seemed to crave it as much as Denny did now!

"BEERS!" he called out in a commanding voice, and the attendant Pi Lambs scurried to fetch and hand in dripping cups of foamy brew. When all the KMs had fresh full beers in hand, Nick raised his cup high.

"BEER SHOWER!" he called out, and the assembled KMs all raised their cups and each grinning boy poured beer onto his own head. This soon devolved into a general beer fight, with waves of beer flung from one side of the little room to the other as the floor, the walls, Denny, and all the KMs were drenched with brew.

"BEERS!" Nick called out again, and the laughing Pi Lambs fetched more. Once more Nick raised his cup high. "CHUG!" he called out, and the room fell silent as all the KMs raised cup to lip and drained their beers.

"BEER FOR THE GOAT!" the president called out, and Jay came scurrying in with a dripping cup. Kneeling down and giving Denny a big grin, he carefully poured beer into Denny's mouth. The Goat drank eagerly, even as Nick began pouring beer all over the two Pi Lambs crouching at his feet. Jay laughed and shook the beer off of his abundant curly locks, then skedaddled out of the forbidden room.

"FUCK THE GOAT! NOW! DOUBLE TIME!" cried out Nick, and the KMs rushed forward.

There was no more throat fucking, no more ass sucking. One by one the remaining KMs stepped forward briskly, squatted or knelt before Denny's upturned butt, and fucked themselves into his hot, pissy, beery, cum-dripping Pi Lamb cunt. Each happy lad pumped a hard, deep, no-holds-barred fuck into Denny; some fucked his mouth with their tongues as they fucked his butt with their randy teen cranks, but most of them just looked down at him as they rutted, their eyes shining with happy, excited lust; each one cracked a hot nut in the shortest possible order; and then one by one each fratboy stepped back to let the next eager, horny boy in.

The eight remaining KMs, the ones who hadn't yet fucked the Goat, were an assorted lot indeed. There was an enormously tall, gangly youth with a quite plain and pimple scarred face, an enormous adam's apple and a tall, gangly crank to match; a clutch of refrigerator sized football players with bulging muscles and big hard dicks; a swimmer who was as svelte and pretty as any Pi Lamb; and a couple of wrestlers, including one who was a star of the whole university, a two time national champion whom Denny had even heard of back in Harrisonville.

One by one they squatted and fucked the Goat; but for all their fame and jocky preeminence, these were mere boys, after all, and Denny immediately claimed his Goat powers again. Except for the giant basketball player and the star wrestler, none of the KMs could resist those powers. The football players, the swimmer, the freshman wrestler (who sat only two seats away from Denny in the now notorious General Mathematics 101), all were easily vanquished, moaning and cumming as soon as their dripping cranks had fucked once or twice good and hard all the way up into Denny's red-hot ass.

It was clear that the KMs craved piss almost as much as they craved Denny's hot asshole. The entrance of each hungry KM cock into his Goat hole was greeted with volleys of pee; each panting, groaning KM orgasm was celebrated with golden showers of KM piss as those chugged beers worked their way through KM bladders. None of the KMs made any attempt to evade the showering cascade; like the golden brown alum, they reveled in it, laughing, stretching, shaking their heads and flinging pee back at the pissers.

The giant basketball player's rod was so big that Denny could hardly breath the whole time it was up inside of him, it pressed so hard and so continuously on both his diaphragm and his prostate. That boy being one of the few who were immune to his Goat powers, Denny simply had to chug and gasp and grab whatever ragged breaths he could as he held on for dear life.

Every massive thrust was hitting Denny's buzz spot, and consequently the Goat's cock was oozing and throbbing like crazy. Everyone crowded around to watch as the giant KM reamed Denny's butthole, peering at the huge, throbbing, rock-hard organ as it disappeared inside the slim hipped, round-bottomed Goat, laughing at Denny's gasps and moans, pissing all over the two boys who were arching their backs and banging their groins together, until after long, long minutes of this panting, writhing show, the basketball player shot his load with a wrenching cry and a powerful buck of his massive butt, all under a torrent of whizz.

The star wrestler jumped onto Denny next, grabbing the Goat and rolling him up into a tight ball, legs over shoulders, arms embracing, crank buried to the hilt in Denny's butt, tongue buried to the hilt in Denny's throat. He fucked hard and deep and long; from time to time he removed his tongue from Denny's throat so he could put it into Denny's ear, onto Denny's nipple, now whispering that he would sure be back later to get some more, now biting Denny's earlobe, now telling Denny softly how hot his butt was before plunging his tongue back down Denny's throat and fucking and fucking and fucking...

When eventually all of the KMs had cum, Nick stepped forward and repeated the drill of BEER, showers, chugging, and all; then he stepped to the center and called out interrogatively:

"SECONDS?",

at which half a dozen hands went up, and the scene was repeated - the balding old guy, the golden brown alum, the basketball player and a gaggle of others all fucked Denny again, in quick, unpausing order, rapid squat fucks with little lingering and only a little more piss - the KMs, despite more beer, were apparently just about peed out. It was their second round of wads, though, and so each took a little longer, the massive basketball player's wang having the same panting, gasping effect, the golden brown alum's fuck having the same decorative quality, the other KMs all lasting just that little bit longer, fucking just that little bit harder and deeper and rougher as they pushed and grunted their way to leaving another wad of hot KM cum in the Goat's butthole.

When all the seconds had been dished out and savoured, Nick grabbed the hose and began showering the room and the KMs, warm water spraying everywhere, the KMs laughing and grabbing at each other's butts and tired-out cocks, rubbing down themselves and their brothers as everyone and everything got a good, thorough rinsing. A couple of KMs turned on the old rusty shower heads on either side of the Goat, nearly drowning Denny in a such torrent of water that he had to struggle up to his crouch squat. Brad stepped up to the door as the KMs finished their ablutions and the showers and then the hose were turned off. He turned and addressed the still dripping, still giggling KMs.

"MEN! Thanks for cumming! [Wild laughter and scattered applause.] I thank you, and our Goat thanks you, I know for sure!" [Hoots and catcalls.] "I just want to let you know, officially, on the part of all Pi Lambda Betas, that you are very welcome to attend Purgatory again next year, and to let you know that applications for tickets to the Goat Pen next year are now being accepted!" [More hoots and catcalls.] "NOW! It's getting late, and we still have a keg to finish off. DRINK BEER!"

And so, with much merriment and a lot of residual groping and caressing of each other's butts and shoulders and crotches, the KMs formed a ragged line and left the Goat Pen.